What nerve
Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2003 2:57 pm
Well, back to the real purpose of this site, bitching about the pests...
I'm sure I wasn't the only c.m. who was bothered after awhile by the idea that the guests could look at you and make some comment about your personal appearance or you - as if you weren't standing there - and expect you not to react. It always ranged from the lame..."nice shoes" over at Pirates...to the slightly irritating..."smile" over at Mansion. Ummmm....lady the ride is supposed to be scary (ok, 1969 scary) so why should I be out there beaming like a Miss America reject? I think the lamest variation was "smile - it makes the day go faster?" Alright Einstein, just how will the laws of physics be changed and the hours rush like minutes by exercising facial muscles??? I've been called "Dr. Quinn" (Bear Band), Elvira & Vampira (Mansion) and the ever popular "wench" at Pirates. A lot of unthinking males over the age of puberty felt free to comment on my backside when I'd be in the ever-so lovely skin tight Matterhorn pants. I also had a medical condition with one of my eyes that required that I wore sunglasses even on cloudy days - some passholes would question why I was wearing them. Excuse me jerk - you aren't my department manager, lead or supervisor who actually knows what's in my file...why should I have to explain my reasons for doing the things I do to you, a complete stranger? And why do you have the right to question me about such a little thing that has nothing to do with your guest experience in the first place? Can't you just hear it now? "Hello, Disneyland City Hall? I was extremely offended by one of your cast members in New Orleans Square because I couldn't see the pupils of her eyes!!! No, she didn't say anything offensive to me...as a matter of fact, she was nice. No, she didn't trip me or beat me up in any manner. Well, yes, she backdoored my party when we should have waited in the big line. But I'm still mad because I couldn't see the pupils of her eyes." :shock:
So, didn't these jerks ever have mothers who taught them that it's not polite to talk about other people in front of their faces?
I'm sure I wasn't the only c.m. who was bothered after awhile by the idea that the guests could look at you and make some comment about your personal appearance or you - as if you weren't standing there - and expect you not to react. It always ranged from the lame..."nice shoes" over at Pirates...to the slightly irritating..."smile" over at Mansion. Ummmm....lady the ride is supposed to be scary (ok, 1969 scary) so why should I be out there beaming like a Miss America reject? I think the lamest variation was "smile - it makes the day go faster?" Alright Einstein, just how will the laws of physics be changed and the hours rush like minutes by exercising facial muscles??? I've been called "Dr. Quinn" (Bear Band), Elvira & Vampira (Mansion) and the ever popular "wench" at Pirates. A lot of unthinking males over the age of puberty felt free to comment on my backside when I'd be in the ever-so lovely skin tight Matterhorn pants. I also had a medical condition with one of my eyes that required that I wore sunglasses even on cloudy days - some passholes would question why I was wearing them. Excuse me jerk - you aren't my department manager, lead or supervisor who actually knows what's in my file...why should I have to explain my reasons for doing the things I do to you, a complete stranger? And why do you have the right to question me about such a little thing that has nothing to do with your guest experience in the first place? Can't you just hear it now? "Hello, Disneyland City Hall? I was extremely offended by one of your cast members in New Orleans Square because I couldn't see the pupils of her eyes!!! No, she didn't say anything offensive to me...as a matter of fact, she was nice. No, she didn't trip me or beat me up in any manner. Well, yes, she backdoored my party when we should have waited in the big line. But I'm still mad because I couldn't see the pupils of her eyes." :shock:
So, didn't these jerks ever have mothers who taught them that it's not polite to talk about other people in front of their faces?